[Intro: Estee Nack]

Es que nosotros tenemos la verdadera cotorra

You know what I'm sayin’?

We don't want 'em to know what’s goin' on, you know what I'm sayin'?

Y'all niggas don't know what's goin' on yet, know what I’m sayin’?

That's... that’s called growing pains

It's an adjustment period, you feel me?

'Cause this is real genuine art, real culture

See, that's what we move, know what I’m sayin'?

Culture is a way of life, that's what we do, we livin' shit, you know what I'm sayin'?

Everything I do in my muthafuckin' life, my G, it's part of this muthafuckin' art

I'm paintin' a muthafuckin' brushstroke every time I take a step, boy

I wake up in the morning and take beautiful breaths, you know what I'm sayin'?

I'ma do that shit 'til ain't nothin' left, ya heard?

Escuchame, son

[Verse: Estee Nack]

Had to whip out the Crockpot, switch the pants

Switzеrland, Russian guns in the whip as if this shit Sudan

First nigga get outta hand, he gеts a tan

I could turn half a figure to more than fifty grand

Pissed and ran, jetted swift

Created distance in the creamy i750, then fled to Poughkeepsie

Next to me, God gettin' [?], yo

We uplifted the golden cups, crispy cocaine cut Crisco

Flow Ted Kaczynski, smoke sensi, supreme [?], yo, Allah sent me

I said to be theyself, 'ssentially

Century of self, sensually, all these Spanish mamis

Success' saboteur in Ferragamo accessory

A lotta seasonin' our accessory, this our muthafuckin' destiny

Desert Eagle get deadly, less questioning

Money makin' enemies turn to memory, niggas dead in the penitentiary

I been dressin' elegant since elementary

They wasn't feedin' niggas' soul, and niggas know love

Confidentially sold drugs, smoke a opp

After he been rolled up in an old rug, pull the plug

Thumb the bank note, thank you, we not thumpin' with no thugs

Whole jugg, I ain't even know who the ho was

Bitch pussy kinda stink, shit ruined my whole buzz

Corner with a Glock 9 weapon and swole lungs, no

Money come first, if you threaten, I blow guns

[Hook: Estee Nack]

We count baggies and bundles

While fightin' off savages in rumbles

Listen, we want the fetti, no fumble

Turn to Arnold Schwarzenegger in the jungle, yeah

Oye, count the baggies and the bundles

All that, savages in rumbles

We want the fetti, no fumble

Might just turn to Schwarzenegger in the jungle, yeah

[Interlude: Westside Gunn]

Ayo, fuck these niggas, lord (Ay, fuck these niggas, lord)

Niggas can't fuck with me (Cannot fuck with me)

Uh-uh

Shit too fuckin' easy (Shit too fuckin' easy)

$1.3 mil in just red cars, nigga

Yo, bum muthafuckas

This the greatest shit you ever seen in ya muthafuckin' life, nigga (Flygod)

2023 my shit (It's my shit, nigga)

La-la-la-la-la-la

2024 my shit (That's gon' be my shit, nigga)

2025 my shit (That's gon' be my shit, nigga)

La-la-la-la-la-la

Estee

These niggas is fuckin' bums (Ah!)

Free Kutter, free Sly

Ah!

[Outro: Hacksaw Jim Duggan]

Two men had pistols... they pistol whipped him, chased him down the road. Every house he went to, he pounded on the door: "Help! Let me in!" Nobody let him in 'til he got to my house, our house. He climbed over the... the fence, he lost his shoes, broke into the house. I... thank goodness, Tucker, I didn't have a gun when he first came through, 'cause I... I thought he was, uh... an invasion. He first came through, I went back to wrestling mode, argh! I got him, I threw him out of the house, ya know? And then... then I grabbed that big, uh... .44 Magnum